The Weekend (A City Romance Series Book 1)

by L. A. Ritz

  “I think that was 319.”

  “Oh.” Bethany turned to the bus stop sign and it stated that after ten all buses came every thirty minutes. She would have to wait. “You can leave. It won’t be here for another half an hour.”

  He shook his head. “I will wait with you, unless you just want to get that taxi.”

  “No.” She sat down. “That is ridiculous. I can get the bus on my own.”

  He didn’t take the hint to leave and instead sat next to her. There were two other people in the stop. Each had their own bench. Neither paid attention to them. But while they waited she studied the strangers. One was some sort of bag lady that looked like Karen the Crazy Cat Lady. The other was a petit blond in leopard print leggings with a bodacious bum. Both reminded her of her disastrous plans for the weekend. Then to top it all off, she had moved her eyes upward and came across a poster of none other than the Seattle Seahawks. She began thinking that one of those defensive line men in the picture was probably Peanut from last night. And so, figuring she couldn’t lose any more dignity, she just came out and said it. “I had gone to a sex club to lose my virginity last night.”

  She couldn’t turn to look at him. But she knew he was looking at her. “What?” He breathed out.

  She nodded her head. “I wanted to have sex. So I made plans to have it with a stranger at a sex club. It was all set up. And it all turned out to be a disaster. That is why I was drunk last night. That is why I was wearing that red dress. That is why I am in the city this weekend.” She sighed heavily. “So, I know since you are trying to send me away, that you don’t find me attractive enough to sleep with. I just want to know why? I mean. I think I am pretty. But I must be strange. Or maybe I am too skinny.”

  He was quick to speak. “You are too skinny.”

  She glared up at him.

  He laughed a little. “But I don’t know how because you eat like a lot.” She could only shake her head at him as he continued, “And you are beautiful. Stunning really. When I woke up this morning with you in my arms, I couldn’t stop staring at you. It was so cute when you tried pulling the sheets off. I was amused as much as I was aroused.”

  She thought out loud. “You did see me naked?!”

  “Of course I did. I pulled you out of the tub when you had drunkenly tried to drown yourself in it. And I was up when you woke up. I just pretended not to be to give you some dignity.”

  She was immediately glad that she had shaved and waxed for that night.

  “You are right. I might have felt sorry for you, when you were drunk off your ass. Not because you were crying or a virgin. I didn’t take you to dinner tonight because of that. I took you because I like you. I found you to be funny, enduring, and beautiful. You are extremely sexy as well. So, Yes, I wanted to spend the evening with you. And yes, more than once tonight I have thought about fucking you and ridding you of your virginity.”

  Her mouth dropped open. He truly put it all out there. Signs were floating in her head. The kind that said go for it. So with more strength than she ever needed to say one little sentence, she asked. “Will you take me back to your hotel room?”

  His nostrils flared. Heat fumed from his eyeballs. Well not literally. But he was eager. He confirmed with a word so short and sweet, “Yes.”

  Chapter 8

  Elevator Gossip

  Nothing was said as he led her from the bus stop. They walked in silence along the sidewalk and zero words as he hailed a taxi. The taxi cab felt enclosed and electric. She couldn’t look at him. Not even when he reached for her hand and gave a little squeeze. She watched as the hills of Seattle rolled upon her window scene. She saw her reflection in the glass mixing with the life outside. It made her nervous. His presence in the enclosed space made her excited. She gave his hand a little squeeze back.

  The doorman at the Four Seasons greeted in his top hat, and he did not look at her like she was a slut going to sleep with a man on the first night of knowing him. Instead, they were very established guests. They walked into the lobby and the same bellhop was there who retrieved her purse earlier. He smiled too cheerfully. Perhaps he even eyed her a little too long. But she was in Phillip’s arms and he was confident in holding her. They walked passed the entry to the bar. Surprisingly she made eye contact with the gay bartender from the night before. The pretty man winked at her. She wanted to be embarrassed, but with Phillip it all seemed right. It would be perfect. Phillip was intent on getting to the elevator, and he showed no sign of letting her go.

  There was an older couple already inside. One more business man followed them in. They all stood patiently waiting while the door shut. The business man punched his floor number in the panel. The older woman from the other couple croaked out, “Five.”

  Phillip spoke, “Fourteen please.” He squeezed Bethany closer to him. She couldn’t help but smile up at him. What was it about floor fourteen?

  The older couple were first to get off. They seemed to take forever to get out of the elevator. The business man didn’t hit the close door button and it was a cumbersomely long wait for the door to shut on its own. Bethany watched the numbers change in the panel as they began moving up again. Six. Seven. Phillip ran his hand down across her ass and groped lightly. Eight. The business man coughed a little. Nine. Ten. Beep. The elevator stopped to deliver the other guy to his floor. He walked out of the doors and turned right. Again the doors took forever to close and with comic relief they watched as the business man walked passed the open doors to head to the left side of the hallway. Assumingly he had gone in the wrong direction. Then the doors closed again. They were alone.

  Phillip waited no longer. He pulled her in using the strength of his arm that was on her ass. His other arm cupped the back of her head. The length of his body covered across the length of her body. His face met hers. His lips smacked straight into hers. His lips. They were as puffy as they looked. So soft. So comfy. The pressure was volcanic. She gasped. He only took that as an invitation and forwarded his tongue just past her teeth- Just tasting her tongue- Just sliding the tip of it over the sensitive area in the roof of her mouth. He kissed her. He kissed her just like she imagined he was going to fuck her tonight. Strong. Passionate. Consuming. Surprising. Worshipping.

  At some point the elevator must have stopped and the door must have opened. Neither of them had gone out because they were moving again. She noticed… barely. Unfortunately he pulled apart from that kiss that broke the records. She still had her eyes closed and her lips were faced upwards towards his. She could hear the smile in his tone when he spoke, “We are going down.”

  “Hmm…” Was all she could say.

  He kissed her lips softly again, then pulled back. “I am just going to hit the button.” She opened her eyes to see his long arms reach for their floor fourteen. They were already on floor three, there must be a pick up down in the lobby. A family was waiting for the elevator on the lobby floor. Phillip and Bethany didn’t make a move to leave the elevator.

  The father asked, “Getting out.”

  Phillip shook his head and stepped closer to Bethany. They were now in the corner of the room as a father, mother, two young boys and one baby in a stroller piled in. Phillip kept his arm strong around her. Bethany didn’t want to think how she looked, because she was sure her lips were wet from the heavy tongue toil, and her face must be red from being worked over so good.

  The father had hit his button. They were staying on floor seventeen. Phillip and Bethany would get off first, forcing them to behave in front of the family. It was probably a good thing because if they had been alone again in that elevator Bethany might have started losing some clothing. The mother was standing against the opposite wall of Bethany. The polished woman was clearly making assumptions in her visual inspection of Bethany, uncaring that her baby was crying in its stroller. On top of that, the two young boys were in their terrible years and it was passed ten in the evening, so the patrons of the elevator had to deal with their snotty behavior as t
hey rode up. The father was also looking at Bethany, though his appraisal was far more uncomfortable and disrobing. Bethany would never understand the appeal of marrying the rich and privileged white man. Though, it didn’t cross her mind that Phillip must be a rich man, clearly privileged to afford a suite at the Four Seasons. To her, his European allure excused him from this prejudice. No, all she could think about with him was that his hand was solid upon her ass cheek and his tongue had just been all up in her mouth.

  Getting off at floor fourteen was liberation. It was also start of round two, because Bethany couldn’t wait to have Phillip all over her. She jumped in his arms as soon as they were on the other side of the family and the closed elevator doors. Phillip was laughing at her enthusiasm. Yet, he was still able to kiss her in between his amusement and grip her legs as she bound around him. He walked her backwards a few steps, pushing her against her wall, right next to the hall’s big elaborate vase of fake flowers. The movement appealed to Bethany’s fantasy of orgasms on the first time.

  His core drove upon hers; giving her a clothed taste of what he could deliver tonight. Every time he shook the console table and that damn flower arrangement threatened to spill to the ground, Bethany could not help but think, Yes. Yes. Yes! His tongue in her mouth. The suction on her lips. Yes. Yes. Yes! His hand grasping her breast. The perfect, and what she perceived, ginormous magnitude of that bulge in his pants. Yes. Yes. Yes!

  His sudden pull back. No. Her feet hitting the ground. No. Their lips breaking apart. No!

  The bellhop with a cart of luggage watching quietly from across the hall. What the fuck?

  Perhaps Bethany had been a little too haste with her need of this man. Phillip, the gentleman that he was, quickly recovered with some modesty and pulled her behind him. She was thankful because if that bellhop continued to see her as a hooker, well she might get kicked out of here. And she was getting laid tonight.

  Phillip nodded his head at the kid and confidently tucked Bethany to his side. “Good evening.” He turned down the hallway and smugly kept his hand upon Bethany’s lower region, only to give the kid one more little show and to stake a claim on her and her ass.

  Chapter 9

  Almost There

  The door to the hotel suite closes. It was as if Phillip tried to do it carefully, but the resounding click could be heard across the darkened room. Bethany stands in the middle of it. She notices her bag is sitting by the bathroom door and briefly she reflects that she almost left it here. Her unconscious mind must have recognized that she would be back in this room. But now her mind is in the conscious state. She is so very aware of what is happening. Her energy is sparking. She is nervous. She is excited. She is holding back, not like in the hallway or the elevator where her body and instincts were taking control. Her mind has taken control. He makes no move on her now, and she can’t turn to look at him. Not yet. Not until she takes a steadying breath.

  And her heart, her heart is wavering on the edge. Her heart is ready to be involved in this whole thing. Because it is telling her to go for it. So, she turns quickly. He is watching her, or more like revising every line of her body. She can’t take much more. She utters, “Make me come please.”

  He’s startled. “What?”

  She swallows. “When you have sex with me tonight. Will you please make me come?” She shifts from foot to foot. She can’t believe she just said that. At the same time, it is what she wants. She doesn’t have time not to ask for what she wants.

  He steps towards her. His eyes haven’t left hers since she turned to face him. He seems a little amused, and just the slightest bit of cocky. “Oh sweetheart.” His accent purrs. “You will be coming a lot tonight.”

  A strong hand clutches the back of her head, her back arches against his body, and their lips are back to where they are supposed to be. They continued to kiss with the same passion from the elevator. This time they were safely secluded in the darkness of his hotel suite. The curtains were open, letting in the sparse light from the harbor view. The view was not important. Her attention was on Phillip. It was how his teeth grazed her jawline. How is hands pressed into her hips. And the way his breath tickled the dip of her chest as he kissed his way to freeing the skin under her shirt. The best thing of it all was how his attention seemed to be completely upon her.

  Phillip continued in his quest to find more skin. His hands skimmed up her tummy, pulling up her slinky sweater. Bethany whimpered when his fingertips tempered her ribs and glazed the underwire of her bra. He whispered, “I’m continuing.”

  Like she would ever let him stop. “Yes!” She blabbered, “Fuck. Yes.”

  He didn’t miss a step as he swiftly pulled off her shirt. His mouth went right back to the top of her left breast. His other hand expertly removed the clasps of her bra. Her nipples freed from the fabric and he latched on quickly. Who would have known that having your tit suckled upon would feel so right, even though it sounded so wrong. Wrong left Bethany’s life about two days ago when she saw a giant man-cat hump her leg.

  Speaking of humping, her hips have been in the grinding motion since he last laid his hands upon her. “Phillip.” She moaned out. “Phillip.” She repeated.

  “Hmmm…” Phillip was currently enjoying only her boobies.

  She called out as he bit down on the underside of her right breast. “Phillip!”

  He pulled back. “Too much?”

  She shook her head. Her breath was heavy. “No. Too good.”

  He chuckled.

  “But… but I need,” He had put his mouth back on her breast. “More.” She gasped. He must have understood because he was suddenly working upon the buttons of her jeans. He moved to his knees. His mouth traveled down the core line of her body, leaving a trail of wetness that left her in goosebumps and feel-goods. His hands were pulling at the rim of her jeans. They were tight jeans, so it took some tugging over her ass. Not that her ass was that big. She still was standing. The pants were mid-thigh. They both realized that they weren’t getting very far with her pants if she was on her feet.

  “I am taking you to bed.”

  Bethany couldn’t help but moan. His accent was so sexy, and when he said that, well it was sex perfection. She didn’t have time to respond because he had her over her shoulders and flopping back upon the mattress. She bounced a few times. He shook his head and murmured something in his own language. She imagined it was something like, This is the hottest girl I’ve ever had.

  He didn’t jump upon her immediately. No, he began removing her boots. She was embarrassed as he briefly looked upon her socks that had little pink piggy’s stamped upon them. He had them removed and, in another one of those wrong moves, he licked the bend of one of her toes. She squealed and kicked her legs away.

  He tilted his head at her. “You don’t like that?”

  “I don’t know.” She stammered.

  He just laughed once and bent over her. “Then we will move on.” He was now back at the waist of her jeans and pulling them down her legs. Her boots and the floor were no longer in their way. They came off with a slight tug. He unceremoniously flung them somewhere in the room. His greedy eyes were already looking upon her body sprawled on his bed.

  He stared a little longer than she liked. “Are you getting naked too?”

  One corner of his lips moved up. “Of course.” He slid his jacket off easily. The buttons of his shirt split between his fingers in rapid movement and the shirt fell to the ground. Bethany had known his abs were glorious, but nothing could compare to seeing them in the flesh. They were speared into eight parts and filled with lean meat. And the V. He had the V she and every other girl in the world dreamt of. She fantasized of his body while he removed his footwear. Finally he came to his pants. He dropped them with grace and stepped from them with the sturdiness of his male form. Thank the lord! He did not wear any underwear.

  Bethany took in her fill. He didn’t seem to mind and stood there as she examined him from the comfort of the mattress
she laid upon. He was the complete perfection of the male human species. At least to her eyes. Not that she had a lot of experience with the male body or their nether regions, but she was quite sure that he was in the top percentile concerning size. It was long, thick and already hard. This made her happy because she was surely the reason for his erection. His… thingy was very comparable to a porn star’s she had seen. She didn’t watch much porn, but in preparation for this weekend, she caught a few videos on the internet. He could definitely be a porn star, if he wanted to. She flushed, thinking about him being on video tape, perhaps with her. She might have been staring too long, because finally he asked, “Did you want to touch?”

  Her mouth dropped open. “I… I…” She was trying to respond. “Um… yes.”

  She crawled to her knees and to the edge of the bed. His hand reached out and smoothed back the curls from her face. She looked up at him, probably looking like a scared puppy dog. Yet, he only softened his face and said, “I am all yours.”

  She took a deep breath and went for it. His abs were first, which were tight to the touch. “You must work out.”

  He must always be amused with her because he laughed again. “Yes. I run daily amongst other things.”

  She trailed her fingers up the ridges of his muscles. His stomach twitched. She looked up at him. He seemed to be in some sort of discomfort, or controlling whatever instincts that came over him. It also came upon her that this was only the second man she had ever touched like this. The first being that fifteen year old boy. She asked, “How old are you?” She was still in the process of feeling his abs.

  His breath was shaky. “Thirty-three.”

  “Oh.”

  He grabbed her hands, holding them between his own. “Why do you ask?”

  “Because.” She didn’t want to say it, but she got the impression that he was persistent. “I have seen a few naked men this weekend.”

  “Oh really?” He was back to being amused again.